Monday, 19 January 2009

Rachel

Today is the most depressing day of the year apparently. Put that in yer pipe.

Last week was my birthday which was alarming. I went to watch animal collective play. I was expecting more of a staid chin stroking atmosphere and was surprised to find a crowd of colourful kids who came to dance and not think. This was nice and from the dizzying heights of the topmost balcony of shabby yet grand KOKO's, they looked like a bowl of trendy sweets. The music was upbeat and anthemic. I imagined it as a lovable animal-like robot made of a million whirring, clinking, chiming parts in the treble and heartbeats, footfalls and purrs in the bass.

At one point the music froze and someone shouted "Rachel" in the short silence before the band rollercoasted onwards. A case of a man thrilled into vocalizing the name of the object of his unrequited love or simply a Rachel finding her way back from the bar?

1 comment:

Good spotting on the Rachel. I never made that out. It sounded like 'In hell' to me. Like a guy was secretly trying to knife another guy in the middle of the throng of people and noise and he screamed in his targets ear just as he was about to do it: 'I'll see you...and the music came down and he finished "IN HELL!"and everyone turned around and the guy he was trying to stab got out of the way and the whole damn assassination attempt was muffed up all to fuck, and he didn't get paid and he lost his house and his wife and in the end slashed his own wrists letting the blood run all over the carpet while sitting at home alone listening to the very Animal Collective song that was playing that night and that ended up representing the turning point in his whole sorry life.